I kept my eyes on her. The smile on her face disappeared as she noticed I wasn't as happy as she was. She ran her hand through her blonde hair and everything just felt really weird. Unexpected. A bit scary. Why would this coldhearted bitch want to meet me? She's a great actress, I have to admit. Making her voice sound so.. girly. Her voice is nothing like that. She has more of a mysterious, a bit raspy voice, if that's the right way to describe it.

"Wanna sit down.. Or?" she said and nodded against the bench behind us.

"Um.. yeah." I sat on the brown wooden bench. The sun was striking our eyes and I struggled with looking at her for two reasons, I couldn't stand it and the sun was bothering me.

"I figure you've got a lot to ask" she laughed.

"I figure you have a lot to say," I answered "why am I here, with you?"

"Did you really not know it was me?"

"I had no idea. Knowing your little secret and all.." I teased. I couldn't take this seriously.

"I knew she'd tell you about us" she complained. "It doesn't matter though, she's not the one for me." Everything went quiet again, I had nothing to tell her. She continued "I know you, out of all people, didn't expect to see me here. Right?"

"I did not" I honestly said. I studied her face for a while, I looked for hints and clues in it that would assure me that Quinn was messing with me. I found none. "What about Berry?"

"Who cares? I'm here for you now"

"Oh jeez. You have no heart at all.. I thought I was a bitch, but you, you take the record" I said and looked at the green eyed blonde next to me.

"I like Rachel. I was so damn obsessed with her at one point, seriously, I was crazy attached. Then you stumbled across my eyes. With your nosy, stuck up.. Brave, ways, I couldn't help but start liking you. You're so much like me"

"Oh wow, no matter how flattered I am," I sarcastically said "I still can't do that to Rachel, she's still my friend at heart. Sadly." She looked upset. Her eyes were glued on me, not once did she look away when I spoke, not even one time. "And no offense, Quinn, but you're not my type" I said just to make her feel worse.

"Right, not your type" she laughed and shook her head.

"Seriously, what is this?" I said, with a very serious tone now. "I know Rachel told you to leave me alone, and you did. Thanks.. I guess? But I don't think she meant 'pretend you're in love with her'. It's okay, we're cool now."

"Santana!" she jerked herself of the bench "I'm not messing around. I really, really like you." She was staring right into my eyes, looking down on me. "It will kill Rachel, I'm sad about that, but I care more about getting you exactly where I want you. With me" she furrowed her eyebrows as if she was angry with me.

"How do I know you're being honest?" I asked to pretend I was curious about her. It would make her spill the truth.

"Well, I'm here.. Alone, without Brittany, or anyone else"

"How do I know she or one of your other sidekicks isn't watching from a far, waiting for me to give in?"

"I'm telling you no one is watching us, it's up to you if you choose to believe me." Quinn sat down beside me again, her hand was resting on the empty space between us. I looked at it and her fingers twitched when she noticed I had my eyes on them. I looked up at her and she was looking at me, her eyes wandering through my face, she was scanning it from edge to edge. "It's hard to believe that I would ever start liking someone I from the start wanted to get rid off."

"What can I say, I'm awesome, is it really hard to believe that someone like me isn't easy to like?" I taunted.

"That's a turn off about you, your confidence" she ranted.

"Good."

Nothing was said. I glansed over at Quinn and she looked at me still. It wasn't plausible that someone like her, someone as cruel, rude and plain mean would start liking someone like me, a person who kicked her ass twice, damn it, I even know she knows I can destroy her if I really wanted to. Revenge wasn't hard for me to get when I really craved it.

"I broke up with Rachel. Today in school," she sighed as a smile started to form her lips into a curve "we were sitting in the empty side of the library, and she told me about your meeting with her. And just like that, I ended things." Quinn sounded sad about it in some way, her voice didn't have the proud tone that usually makes everything she says sound like an insult.

"Why'd you break up with her? You two seem.. Perfect for each other" I lied, they didn't. They were way too different.

"She was my first love. I am being brutally honest with you right now, but she was also the one who made me fall out of love with her. I know that sounds stupid. She just began to lose interest, so did I.. I found you, you were so interesting - or more correct, you are interesting."

I believed Quinn now. My inner could really tell when someone was lying to me. I felt in my bones when someone was being dishonest. It was one of my good qualities. Of course, naturally, I mean I'm still human... It didn't always mean it's true just because I feel it. This time though, I really knew she was being honest.

"Okay, Quinn." I looked at her, but avoided eye contact, and her face lightened as if she knew I would say something good. "I appreciate the kindess, or whatever. But I'm not into you, really, I'm sorry" I wasn't really sorry. "After everything you've done, I can't just start liking you. If you treated me like a normal person and not an object from the start, I would maybe like you back. Now though, I can't find it in my heart."

"If I make it up to you? Everything, will you like me then?"

"No." I confirmed.

"Come on, Lopez" she started. "You and I are so much alike, we could run school together, I'd replace Brittany with you anytime"

"Keep Brittany, she's probably the only true friend you'll ever have." I stood up "I should get going.. This was.. something else" I jeered and started walking.

"I'll get you Santana, you will be mine," Quinn demanded "nothing will stop me from making it happen." I looked back from the three steps I had taken towards the car and watched Quinn stand with her arms crossed and a devilish smile drawn on her lips. The ponytail high and her jeans tight on her perfectly shaped thighs, the black leather jacket looked heavy on her upper body and the white crop top showed of her belly button. I looked away, surprised by how good she actually looked without that stupid cheerleading uniform, and headed to the ride again.

The next day I got to school with much confusion still in my head from the day before. I came across Rachel several times, but only Tina said hello. Rachel always looked away. I knew Tina was informed about what had happened between me and Rachel, or Rachel probably lied about it to shield the truth, that's why Tina didn't ask me to join them like she always does. Still though, now that we had become good friends, I didn't need an invatation, I could just start walking with them or sit down beside them. Not today though with all the awkward tension going on between me and Rachel. I still had Mercedes. It was also nice to not hear Berry's jibber jabber all the time.. She could really make a girls ears bleed sometimes. However, it was hard not to befriend her, she was too social to ignore. I met Mercedes before lunch and we started walking together, she asked me a number of times about what had happened, she noticed Rachel didn't come up to us like usual, and she also noticed that Tina didn't talk to us as much as always either.

No matter how hard I tried not to, I kept seeing Quinn around in school. Everywhere. I can't say she was following me or anything, I can say that she wanted me to see her though. Most of the times we came across each other, it was nothing but awkward and uncomfortable eye contact in my case. However, time passed and all the lessons went by like usual. I even got through biology class without Quinn bothering me at all. Or to compare with how it was before, she didn't bother me, she threw looks that made me seriously nauseous. I just couldn't help but feeling that way. Before I had the chance to even leave class, I got called to the coach's office. I had no idea why but I went with it. I knocked on her door and waited patiently for the old rack to open the door for me.

"Sit down" she said and pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Why did you call me here?" I asked, politely. I tried not to sound.. rude.

"Why did I call you here?," she asked "because one of my girls told me you were interested in joining the squad."

Quinn.

"Um..," I cleared my throat "I'm sorry to disappoint you coach, but I am not interested in joining your cheerleading team at all. It must have been a misunderstanding."

"Why would Quinn tell me you wanted to join the team if you didn't want to?," she looked at me with furious eyes "don't be a coward. Try out."

I knew it. That bitch just couldn't leave it. She had to be up to something all the time.

"I don't want to" I demanded and stood up. "Sorry I wasted your time but I need to go home."

"You have the looks for it, Santana," she sounded insecure "or was it Santana..? Who the hell cares, come by tomorrow this time and try out." she commanded. "Now get the hell out of my office."

I went out of her office to avoid being eaten up alive by that troll looking rag. I walked out and stepped into the car with my mother, said the usual hello, answered all her questions with a not so real smile on my lips and continued my own thoughts. The truth is, I was a part of a cheerleading squad back at my old school. And I am really good at it. I just didn't feel like being a part of any social group in school, because of course, automatically, if I nailed the try out and got a spot in the team, I would become one of them. And more than that, I would be forced to hang out with Quinn more often. It annoyed me to the raw roots of my body that she lied to her coach about me wanting to join that stupid team. So my plan first was to do the try out and screw it. Then, regardless how much I despised Quinn, I decided not to screw it and actually blow all their minds by showing them how good I am - also, how much better than them I am.

I was there right in time. Wearing sweatpants, jogging shoes, and a comfortable t-shirt, my hair was tied up in a ponytail, I proved to the coach that I was ready. I walked closer to the desk she was sitting behind, with a pen in her hands and a notebook on the table, she nodded at me.

"You ready, Lopez?"

"You'll find out soon, coach" I replied in a very stuck up tone. Her face looked amused, like she already was impressed.

She pressed play on the radio and songs, good to cheerlead to came on.

"I figure you know exactly what to do, with your cockiness."

She stared at me, without even giving me orders she wanted me to start with stunts and tricks. I took some steps back, and just like that I started. I started easy, with a back walkover. I leant back like I was going into a back bend, as my hands touched the ground, I kicked off with my back leg. My legs hung over my head and I landed one leg at a time. I swung my arms in the air and stood straight and proud, preparing for the rest. I did handstands, scales, heel stretches, bow n' arrows and ended with doing a back hand-spring. I put my feet together and my hands to the roof, I swung my arms down and then back up, as they came up I leant back and pushed into my hands. I pushed my hands to the floor and kept my legs together and swung them over my head and onto the floor beneath me. I landed perfectly and stood up straight in front of her. The coach looked at me first with a bored face, I didn't know how to respond to her reaction. After I took some steps closer to her, to maybe say something, she started to slow clap. And a smile showed upon her old face.

"I'm impressed. Not very impressed, but you were good."

"And?" I asked.

"And.. I guess you can join the team. We need someone that'll make the other girls look amazing." She pushed her glasses up her nose and stood up.

It pissed me off that the old witch didn't even sound happy about accepting me to her shitty cheerleading team, as if they were any better than me. I'll show her how I deal with people like her. I show off how good I really am, and when she notices how wrong she was for not even being impressed, she will be sorry.

"You guess? Thanks" I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Don't I get any kind of schedule for when we have practice or anything?"

"I need to print one out for you," she said as she walked with me right behind her, out of the gym "ask your friend, Quinn when the next time we have practice is, and come with her"

"Um..," I cleared my troath "can you just tell me?" I asked.

"Jesus Christ, what's with you kids these days? How hard is it to ask your damn friend, Lopez?" she complained. We reached the school hallway. "We practice on Wednsdays and Fridays, the lesson tomorrow starts 1pm. Don't be late."

She walked really fast, as if she couldn't wait to get away from me.

"Coach!," I called "what about my cheerleading outfit?"

She turned around and sighed.

"Tomorrow, Lopez. Tomorrow!" and she walked away.

After I finished my homework, which I started with a bit too late. It was around 10.30pm. It took me an hour to finish it, math wasn't my favorite subject so it took some time for me to get into it. However, I finished and went straight to bed. I couldn't sleep so I started playing with my phone, some stupid game I got obsessed with the moment I downloaded it. It was honestly not even fun, just very distracting. After a while it got way too silly because I kept losing, so I turned the stupid game off before my phone got thrown into the wall so hard it might make a hole. Just out of nowhere, I started thinking about cheerleading, and how I actually, secretly, was excited about it, it was a big part of my day before I moved here. I just didn't want anyone to know I used to be a cheerleader. Although something inside me was happy about the fact that I would do it now again, I was still angry because Quinn was the one who made it happen. So I decided to send her a text.

"Hey, creep." I clicked send and waited.

"Didn't expect a text from you." Quinn answered.

"Huh, bet you didn't. How come you told the coach I'm interested?"

I waited for a while and felt myself getting sleepier.

"I wanted to mess with you, I hope it annoyed you." she finally answered.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but we're team mates now" I wrote just to give her something to chew on.

It amused me a lot that it took her nearly 8 minutes to reply, it meant she was either in shock or dead. All her other texts came through in less than one minute.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me. Can't wait to teach you stunts, newbie."

Her cockiness was utterly annoying, she needed to slow it down a little before I snapped on her blonde ass.

"Newbie? I'll surprise you, clown." I answered her.

"I bet you will.."

My eyelids started feeling like heavy rocks over my eyes, I couldn't wait to shut them and visit my own dreamland. I thought about what I wanted to answer for a while and came up with the perfect thing to say. However, right in the middle of writing back an answer to Quinn, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.